Womanly Problems-Part 3

Solving Womanly Problems

The last thing Doumyouji Tsukasa heard before he stepped out of the supermarket was,

"We have a problem in Aisle 3. Could someone please attend to the sick woman there...Umm...Wait...Hold on a second...Lady, you can't...Hey! My mike!"

"Diapers! He thinks their diapers! Can you believe..."

"Now, now Tsubaki-sempai, it's okay...Get away from the mike..."

For a minute, Doumyouji considered helping Shigeru and Sakurako with Tsubaki but...

"Let her embarrass herself."

And with that he raced to Makino's apartment.

When he got there, Doumyouji knocked on the door. Once, twice, three times...

Nobody opened the door.

He tried to turn the doorknob. The door was unlocked. Doumyouji got worried, fearing the worse.

There in the middle of the cramped living room was a mountain of blankets. A shivering mountain of blankets. A softly groaning, shivering mountain of blankets.

"Makino, is that you?"

"W-wh-what? Who's there?" Makino's voice was slurred.

"It's me. Doumyouji."

"I thought I told you to go home. What part of 'go home' do you not understand?"

"I can't stand seeing you like this, Makino."

"You haven't even seen me yet..."

"But I can imagine what you look like."

"Sigh...You made me do this Doumyouji. Don't blame me for this. I'm going to have to show you my TRUE FORM..."

Makino emphasized on the phrase,' TRUE FORM'. Her voice made the hairs on the nape of Doumyouji's neck stand.

With that, Makino came out from under the mountain of blankets.

Doumyouji didn't flinch, on the outside that is. On the inside, Doumyouji felt like running away screaming.

He was unprepared for the sight that greeted him.

What stood before him was definitely not Makino. At least, he didn't think it was.
Bloodshot eyes stared back into his.

Makino's normally glossy brown hair was a dull, mousy brown. It stuck out in places, making Makino's hair look a little like a lion's mane.

Her shoulders were hunched, giving her an Igor-like frame.

But horrors of all horrors, Makino was wearing an electric pink 'Hello Kitty' pajama's.

Author's note: I look like that in the morning sans embarrassing pajamas.

It was almost too much for Domyouji to take in.

"Impressive...You haven't run away yet. My brother would have fled by now...Pretty brave."

"Yeah..."Doumyouji said this softly, not trusting himself to speak loudly, lest his intestinal organs failed him, sending this morning's breakfast out onto the floor.

"What brings you here?" Makino asked, noting Doumyouji's suddenly green face.

"I came to help."

"Help? How can you help? I bet you have no idea what I'm going through..."

"I read the 'Teen' magazine on 'Womanly Problems'. I'm sure I can handle anything that's wrong with you."

"You read 'Teen' magazine. Doumyouji, I'm surprised. I didn't know you could read. Wow!"

Even though she was not feeling too well, Makino had not lost any of her sarcasm.

"Trust me. I know exactly what to do," Doumyouji answered.

"Alright. Let me tell you what I have and we'll see whether you can treat it Doctor Doumyouji..."

"Doctor Doumyouji. Hmm...I like the sound of that...Okay, tell me what's wrong..."

"Since this morning I've been having cramps. My back hurts like hell (pardon my language) and I'm feeling extremely sluggish."

Doumyouji thought this over for a moment. And then,

"Get on the futon."

"The futon? Why the futon? Err...Umm..."

Makino had a sudden vision of her and Doumyouji on the futon. Together. On their own. Not a good idea.

"Forget what I just said. I'm fine really."

Makino contradicted herself soon after. She gave a moan of pain, as the cramps came.

"This is for your own good. I know you're thinking I'm going to do 'hentai' things. I can see it in your face. After being together for so long you still don't trust me."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound so mean. I'll get on the futon."

Makino got on the futon, albeit reluctantly.

And the most amazing feeling came over her.

It was a mixture of comfort and peace.
It was the feeling of Doumyouji giving her the most amazing massage in the entire world. His strong hands kneaded her back, releasing all the discomfort she had felt earlier on during the day.

Author's note: I'd like Doumyouji to give me a massage too! *^__^*

She thought she was in heaven.

"Doumyouji, if your family's company ever goes bankrupt, I swear you could go into the massaging line. This feels so-o-o-o goo-o-o-o-o-d."

Doumyouji felt good after hearing the happiness in her voice. All her wanted was for her to be happy.

Author's note: I couldn't keep the sappiness out.

After half an hour,

"That's enough. I'm tired and my arms are aching...I suggest you take a bath right now. You look like you haven't taken a bath in days."

"2 days actually."

"2 what?"

"I haven't taken a bath in two days..."

"All the more reason you should go and get one right now. I'm going to prepare us some lunch."

"Are you sure you can cook?"

"I will be fine. Now, go! You're beginning to stink up the house."

Doumyouji regretted saying that he would be fine. He wished he had never offered to cook. All he knew was grilled fish and grilled squid.

Doumyouji began to look around the house for a cookbook. He found one where the easiest recipe was 'Chicken Soup'. It would have to do. Fortunately, most of the ingredients could be found in Makino's kitchen.

When Makino came out from the shower, she could smell something good wafting out of the kitchen. After changing into some clean (and less embarrassing) clothes, she went into the kitchen where a sweaty and flustered Doumyouji stood over the stove, stirring something in a pot.

"Do you have any idea how difficult it is to cook?!!"Doumyouji asked.

"Difficult. I thought you said you were fine,"she teased him.

"I lied. Anyway, lunch is almost ready."

Doumyouji ladled the soup into two bowls. Makino noticed a chicken's foot sticking out of the pot. She wondered whether she should call the Poisons Department and check to see if Doumyouji's cooking came under 'Poisonous'.

"Here we are. Chicken Soup for the Soul*,"Doumyouji announced.

*Author's note: I just couldn't resist it.
The soup was good. Makino felt instantly revitalized by the hot soup going down her throat. Doumyouji though, thought the soup was terrible.

"Ugh! This is gross,"he exclaimed after the first mouthful.

"I don't believe you. This is your own cooking. You're supposed to say it's good. Besides, I think this tastes absolutely delicious."

"If you say so..."

After eating (more eating on Makino's part), Doumyouji handed Makino some pills.

"What's this? Are you becoming like Rui? Stoned all the time?"Makino asked.

"It's painkillers. I got some before coming here. It'll help to ease the cramps."

"Umm...Thanks."

Soon, Makino was feeling drowsy. The effect of food in her stomach and the painkillers was making her sleepy. She sat on the futon, struggling to form the words she wanted to say.

Doumyouji sat beside her. He was tired as well.

"Doumyouji, I just want to thank you for all you've done. I love you for it..."

"It's alright. You know how much trouble I took just to find out about womanly problems? Lots of trouble. I deserve a reward. Don't you agree, Makino? Makino? Makino?"

The only thing he heard was Makino's gentle snoring.

Doumyouji smiled. He held on to her hand, wanting to give her a sense of security as she slept. Doumyouji's eyelids were getting heavier each minute. Soon he was sleeping as well, still holding on to her hand. Drooling...

Author's note: Well, that's it. End of my first fic. Finally. And now, on to new fics! But, I need a break first. ^__~V










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